24. Luca
Ara’s black hair fans around her as she sleeps. I had my fill of her twice more before she passed out beside me as dawn crept. It turns out, drunk Arabella has less inhibitions, and her body is far more honest than that poisonous little mouth of hers.
I push back her hair, unable to not touch her in some way. Dark bags sink under her eyes. She’s obviously fatigued. I hope what keeps her up late at night is the thought of me haunting her.
I washed every inch of her in the early hours of the morning, fascinated by every curve and pure unmasked pleasure. I loved rubbing my cum into her, branding her time and time again. I already know she’s on birth control but part of me considers how satisfying it might be to knock up Alexander Barone’s daughter. And that is the problem. Because I have never wanted to bring a child into this world.
I should kill her.
I know that.
I’ve never hesitated in the past.
I’m certain this has something to do with her father. And if I have to flush him out by using her, I will.
Lorenzo sends me a message and photo. One of a very drunk Lily in the back of his car. The text message short.
I turned into a babysitter tonight.
Satisfied, I open my side drawer. Inside it is a gun, knives, and a delicate necklace I stole from a certain little stalker’s apartment. I dangle it in front of my face, like I have on so many other nights, trying to think of what part Ara plays in all of this. Someone is attacking my business. So what’s her objective in entering the family mansion?
More pointedly, the names Dmitri gave me have no connection, which means he himself has something to gain by orchestrating Ara to target them. I look over to the woman sleeping soundly beside me.
She is walking on a thin rope and one that will certainly tie a noose around her neck in due time. So what is so important for her to risk it all and what part do I have to play in it?